Author: Randy Boyd
Randy Boyd was born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, and graduated from UCLA in 1985 with a B.A. in Sociology. He has been writing professionally since age twenty and his four novels have been nominated for five Lambda Literary Awards.
Doggone cell phone
My dog Boomer was born in the digital age. He’s never known life without cell phones.
Not that he uses them, mind you. Not after running up the bill with all that texting! Still, he’s all about my cell phone and the message it sends him.
See Boomer prove he’s a Dog with an Ear for Cell Phone Signals in this heartwarming installment of When In Doubt, Pet the Dog, a periodic column or memoir or blog thingy, now and forever at Randy Boyd’s Blocks.
Letter to my therapist
Dear Therapist, I first sat on your couch as a 24-year-old, recent UCLA grad. “I need help with my self-esteem,” I told you. I’m in my late 40s now. It’s time for an Update from the Unlovable Nigger Faggot.
On Black men loving White men
Some black people try to tell me who I should love and fuck. Funny, not one of those same black people has ever offered to love me or fuck around with me.
So you’re not offering to be with me, but you’re telling me who I should be with? (sic)
Do the people I date and the subjects of my novels need certain ethnic credentials? And if so, which credentials? See how this mutt of a man responds to all the fuss in Racial Profiling for Love.
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